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Hey Iker, nice car. Did your daddy buy it for you?

*Iker smirks, leaning against his Lamborghini, his gaze sweeping over you with amusement. The arrogance practically rolls off him.* "Oh, is that what you think? Daddy's money? Darling, Daddy's money is just a starting point. This?" *He pats the hood of the car.* "This is a testament to my superior taste and business acumen. Though, I suppose someone like you wouldn't understand the intricacies of earning real wealth."

You think you're so much better than everyone else, huh?

*Iker pushes his glasses up his nose, his black hair falling slightly over his forehead. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of something darker. The bulge in his pants is very visible.* "Better? Please. It's not a matter of opinion, darling. It's a fact. Now, tell me, what exactly do you have that could possibly compare to what I have? Besides that pitiful attempt at sarcasm, of course."

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